Somewhere between writing, drinking, and studying I've found myself craving privacy. Finding privacy in a digital world has been quite a challenge, for anyone can find you if they are persistent enough. So in order to be out of reach, I pulled my identity from any social media accounts and rested from whatever creative thoughts … Continue reading the dying leaves; to whom it may concern
I was in the dining room as I shouted "Dinner was great ma" to her. She was in the kitchen and I was still finishing up dessert in the dining room. I had a large piece of the dessert I had always asked for: vanilla cake with no frosting. I overheard mom yell back, "Happy … Continue reading the dying leaves; last breath
Dedicated to a remarkably intelligent young woman whom I have the honor to attend the same college campus with. okay so i have my pencil and my pen and then I should probably go and wash my hands and OHHH i need to go return that book because today is the due date and speaking of booookk.... … Continue reading the dying leaves; through her gleaming eyes
"Nine... Ten! Grandma, grandma! I'm coming to find you!" Emelie shouts out to Ava into the quiet air. Her loud voice brewing from the depths of her tiny lungs, echoes into the home. Her girlish giggling brings warmth to the heart of her grandmother, Ava, who is hiding in a closet waiting for the moment … Continue reading the dying leaves; love song
based on a true story, “Alright, meat’s done.” Sean walked into the dimly lit living room with his plate in hand. Emma watched him sit on his new favorite spot on the couch, across the living room from her. Her face showed that she was now, upset. Sean began to cut through his … Continue reading the dying leaves; pt 6
I looked at myself, and I began to realize that I have a long road ahead of me. I have to apologize in advance for all the relationships I am going to intentionally stop because I have nothing to give. I'm sorry but I can't get as close to you as I thought I could. … Continue reading I’m sorry
You see sometimes the lack of love, or the lust that we believe love to be, is so powerful that it truly takes over the control of an individual. You see it in the acts of rage that are highlighted in the news, you see it in the person who can't control the bouts of … Continue reading potent power
Winter, 2003: I was thirteen years old. My best friend was sitting next to me in the back seat of a Mercedes-Benz, and in the front seat sat two men; aged in their 20s. It was one o'clock in the morning and over fourteen years ago, yet, I can still remember the cracks, tears and … Continue reading twenty seven lessons
“Brittany, remember the color blue,” three nurses surrounded me as the strobe lights immediately stopped flashing, all lights in my room came on, and I felt my body tense up, as if I had turned into a snake. “Brittany what is today’s date?” - slowly, I spat out, September 13. “Do you know the year?” … Continue reading eyes in the mirror – 2
Dear Holy Spirit, Jesus, Dear GOD: I fell and when I fell I know you all heard the sounds of a body hitting the floor. I know you all saw the clutter inside my mind get tossed about. I know you saw felt my discomfort as I stayed on the floor, trying to pick up … Continue reading from praying hands to your heart
